Saturday’s first light actually came a while before the sun crept over the horizon, but I couldn’t resist using hymn lyrics in the title of this post. After all, I’ve used plenty of secular songs in the past…why not use something with some meaning to it? By the way, my Savior doesn’t look like that any more. He rose from the dead: For to this end Christ both died, and rose, and revived, that he might be Lord both of the dead and living. -Romans 14:9

I found this cross by accident one time, in one of my perusals of remote gravel roads. I was driving down a road with no particular destination in mind when I saw this little grove of trees with a clearing, a big rock, and a cross.

Here’s the plaque from the rock. Apparently a family member or friend who became a priest celebrated a Catholic mass here, and it was therefore commemorated. As you know, I’m a former Catholic who has been enlightened by the numerous ways that the Mass contradicts the Bible. But rather than open that whole can of worms here, I just thought I’d show you the picture of the cross at sunrise and describe this surprising find.

You can find this site on 145th Street, which is really just a stretch of gravel road, southeast of Bismarck. GPS coordinates are 46°43.029′ North, 100°33.822′ West.